If Roman was the computer whiz, then Summer was the geography genius and an insatiable reader.  Egyptology was one of her favorite studies.  She typed a search into her BPC (backpack computer) and confirmed the King Tut information.

“King Tutankhamun died in 1323 B.C. at Thebesnear present day Luxorand was buried in the Valley of the Kings.  The Great Pyramid at Gizais far from Thebes, but you could see the Temples of Karnak and the row of ram-headed sphinxes King Tut built there.  To see King Tut’s tomb, set the coordinates for Thebes, the tenth year of King Tutankhamun’s reign, 18thDynasty,Egypt. 

“Well, I’m not letting you two sixth graders have all the fun,” said Travis.  “I just might like to drive a chariot.  Tell us again how to do this, Roman.”  Now it was K.T.’s turn to frown.  The last thing she wanted was Travis going along.

While Summer went to get fresh bottles of water, Roman reviewed how to initiate time travel.  “Each of you types in the coordinates exactly the same and then together press “Control”, “Alt”, “Delete” and “Backspace.”  To return, type in today’s date and time, and press “Control”, “Alt”, “Delete” and “Home.”  Everyone understand?  I’ll stay on-line with Summer in case you need technical support.”

The three travelers looked at each other, smiled, and nodded their understanding.  K.T. checked her watch and said, “We’ll return in ten minutes current time.”  Summer handed the kitten to K.T. who put it in her backpack and zipped the pack closed.

Travis, Connie and K.T. typed in the data and triple-checked each other.

Travis started the countdown:  “Mark—set—go!” as they pressed the four buttons.

All four closed their eyes.

Then three were gone.  

 

 

Slowly opening one eye, K.T saw a rush of color that flickered and disappeared.  She opened both eyes to find herself standing between Connie Castillo, her best friend, and Travis Allen, her next door neighbor, in a place unlike any she had ever seen or imagined – desert, sun, vaporizing heat and smells so strong she felt nauseous for a moment.  From the looks on Connie and Travis’s faces, they felt the same way.

“Let’s take cover,” recommended Travis.  “Safe arrival,” he spoke into his boxtok